Dense black smoke covered the early morning sky, like a whirlpool, forming bubbles of hot air, rising higher and higher. The wood of the house creaked, but the fire had died after jets of water covered the destabilized house.
Men in yellow uniforms were walking from one side to the other.
- Over here dad - shouted the young man opening the car door hastily.
A crowd of people gathered in front of the wooden fence, watching the uniforms at work.
Cars with their sirens flashing prevented the crowd from advancing any further, and policemen kept close to the fence, also controlling the crowd.
The young man hurriedly ran through the crowd of people, until he found one of the guards:
- What happened sir here?
The man in the uniform adjusted his hat.
- Please, I know the girl who used to live here... - The young man pleaded.
- Everything indicates that the fire started in the basement of the house, and the fire chief is looking for survivors.
One of the men in the yellow uniform came out of the house, an ax in one hand and his helmet in another. He addressed the sheriff next to the wooden gate.
- For some objects that were not destroyed, there were children in the place and maybe a couple, but we didn't find any survivors.
- And the basement? asked the delegate.
"Just a broken window," completed the man in the yellow uniform.
- We will expand the search in the surroundings, if anyone survived, they must be close by.